Sunday Evening In

Saturday we ran all over the city. Walked around the Eiffel Tower, then several blocks to one the the best cheese shops in the city, Maire-Anne Cantin.One of the cheeses we purchased was a tangy creamy Roquefort. mmm.

We then set off for La Patisserie des Reves,  the most "haute" bakeries I have ever seen. The unique displays are playful and elegant at the same time.

One bite sends your tastebuds into the stratosphere!

On our way to find the perfect cafe for a little sit,  I realized we had stumbled to Epicurean Bon Marche. I had visited there on my previous visit to Paris.  What a grocery store.  For those who live in Chicago, its is like a Fox and Obel the size of a football field. Everything is tantalizing!  I know we probably should have shopped at a less expensive market,  but this is where we purchased the ingredients for our Sunday dinner.  I have no regrets.

We roasted the freshly butchered Poulet Bresse,  quite simply with a smear of butter inside and out, salt and pepper, and thyme and bay in the cavity. The potatoes were sprinkled with salt and pepper and a drizzle of olive oil.  The vertes haricots, sauteed in butter and shallots. A glass of wine and what more could you possible want.